Peace Order

Chapter 1825 - 87: Heroes and Outlaws Rising Across the Land

It soared into the sky like a dragon, constantly clashing, entangled together, emitting dazzling streams of light, tearing and colliding, producing sounds of hissing and roaring. In this situation, it feels like the fortune of eight hundred years reaching its end.

Even the venerable Siming, an unparalleled master of the Yin Yang Family, could not discern it clearly.

The Sword Qi continued to flow in the sky, but the murderous aura of the Military School and the chilling presence of the king still existed. In the eyes of the Yin Yang Family, these essences lingered long in the sky, unable to discern up from down.

"Is that so?"

General Xue smiled and said, "Then, we’ll have to rely on the weapons in our hands to determine superiority and uncover the reality, right?"

"However, I am still envious of the Sword God. All his life, his actions were led by his own zeal. To have such a swordsman, such a man, living solely for oneself, haha, carefree and contented, it’s enough to make someone uncomfortable."

The slightly melancholic old Siming grinned.

Despite the complaints in his heart, wondering if this Divine General’s mouth was dipped in poison.

Such a jabbering and poisonous mouth.

Is it because he was the First Divine General five hundred years ago that he could meet a good end?

However, even though General Xue didn’t name anyone, both old Siming and old Mystic Turtle instinctively turned their heads, instinctively looking at the silver-haired man over there. The latter raised his eyes, displeased, rudely glaring back:

"What are you looking at?!"

Old Siming withdrew his gaze.

He looked at his nose, his nose at his heart, maintaining a calm expression: "Nothing."

Old Mystic Turtle closed his eyes: "Wasn’t looking at you."

"Old Mystic Turtle closed his eyes because he can’t lie with open eyes."

"This is an ancient joke palindrome."

General Xue took the initiative to provide a commentary, rubbing his iron chin, saying:

"It really makes people, um, can’t help but laugh."

"Can’t help but laugh."

Old Siming shuddered.

The silver-haired Whale Hunter over there had a twitch on his forehead, gritting his teeth, saying: "Could you stop telling your worn-out jokes?!"

"Did Ye Buyi learn from you?!"

General Xue rubbed his chin, genuinely puzzled, saying: "Ye Buyi? That child, quite tough and serious, I value him greatly, taught him a bit of martial arts, besides, what worn-out joke?!"

General Xue puffed up his chest, lifting his hands to pat his chest, righteously said: "In my time, it was a popular funny joke. Every time Chen Baxian with his cold personality would laugh."

The Whale Hunter shook his hand, hurling the array plate over.

He couldn’t help but laugh as well.

People indeed laugh in sheer speechlessness.

He suddenly empathized with the Second Divine General five hundred years ago.

Being number two in the world under such a venomous jabbering mouth of General Xue.

Truly stifling.

No wonder Chen Baxian spent his life trying to overthrow General Xue.

He cursed: "Your time was over five hundred years ago, and the jokes that were popular back then are now ancient."

General Xue said: "I see, actually, I know my jokes are five hundred years old. It’s just that putting five hundred years ago and now together exaggerates that I can’t distinguish between then and now, an intentional act of muddled behavior, so, indeed, makes people..."

Old Siming turned pale with fright.

Directly grabbing Mystic Turtle,

He exerted himself to throw, using old Mystic Turtle’s shell to shut General Xue’s mouth.

Old Mystic Turtle: "???"

Old Siming, cold sweat forming, sheepishly chuckled: "Ha, hahaha, speaking of which, do you think Sword Madman can stop Jiang Wanxiang and them?!"

The Whale Hunter was silent, said: "... Jiang Wanxiang’s army is still coming."

"Sword Madman, however, has not returned."

His voice didn’t continue further, but the implied meaning was obvious enough. This famed youngest martial arts legend, the Formation Leader, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of dismay.

He and Sword Madman, both are martial arts legends.

But the aura that the old man revealed in the end clearly surpassed him.

As an extremely proud martial artist, being surpassed is indeed a source of awkwardness and dismay in the heart. General Xue, however, just laughed heartily and said: "Well, what a spirit, I’ve seen many swordsmen in my time too."

"Claimed heroes, but none surpassed Murong Longtu in grandeur."

"The army is here, the world in chaos, you and I have no choice either."

General Xue looked at the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd next to him, sensing the howl of this dark golden divine weapon, his expression becoming calm and composed.

Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong led the army to the border frontier.

As arranged by the late Jiang Wanxiang, using the elite of the Central State and the old family systems of the Ying Country as the core, they formed up, launching an attack against the Jiangnan Qilin.

A battlefield without a doubt, a hard battle without a doubt.

But General Xue at this moment sensed something amiss: "Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, Qin Yulong are all holding back at the rear. Their true elites haven’t pressed forward?"

Yue Qianfeng puzzled: "So what?"

General Xue rubbed his chin, pondering, said:

"At this point, with both sides revealing their cards, relying on their foundation, digging in firmly, grinding it out, with not much room for maneuvers, it’s not a feigned defeat tactic. The Military Formation preaches striking with all their might; once the front has been pierced, it’s hard to muster the fighting spirit again."

"This stance from the start means only one possibility."

"They intend to [borrow a knife to kill someone]."